Booktok Dior Novels & Stories

“Welcome to La Borisque boutique, from House Borisque. We have the latest of high fashion and quality material ready for my lady’s perusal” “Of course you have. I want one from Chloe’s collection” “Y-Yes my lady!” The attendant tried to hide her surprise and ran inside to rally the others to attend to the lady. They led her to a lounge where she was served tea and given a catalog. She perused it, pursing her lips at intervals. When she did, the attendants held their breaths, looking at each other. “It seems…..one page is missing?” “Yes, my lady. It was ordered by the duke’s butler as a gift to Princess Alana”

She was tense initially, but I soon felt her lean into me. Knock. Knock. Knock. Callista abruptly broke our kiss once the door opened. "The Items you ordered, Mrs. Baldwin," the attendant stated while others brought various sizes of black suit bags and shoe boxes. There were dozens of each prepared and laid out by two women who remained behind. They opened the protective black bags, revealing luxurious suits I never dreamed I could touch or wear. "Let's start with the Classic Dior suit, along with the shirt with the gold-tone bee embroidery and the black-grained Dior Granville Loafers," Callista ordered.

Dario responded fondly despite not being in the mood. “I have this for you”. She stated as she brought out a book with a black hard cover and green pages. It looked like a very old book as it had its pages already matting together. There was an inscription in front of it but it was fading and he couldn’t tell if it was in a language he could read. “Is this what I think it is?”. Dario asks, as he took the book from her and she nodded. Immediately he saw the book, he knew that it was definitely one related to Oscuras, especially due to the fact that it was her who brought it.

My breath caught in my throat. Nestled in layers of tissue paper was the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen—a Dior gown in deep emerald green silk that seemed to shimmer in the afternoon light streaming through the windows. The fabric was exquisite, the cut sophisticated yet feminine, with delicate beading along the neckline that caught the light like tiny stars. A small card lay on top of the dress. In Theo's bold handwriting: "For tonight. - T" I lifted the gown carefully, marveling at its weight and the way the silk moved like liquid in my hands. This wasn't just expensive—it was museum-quality, the kind of dress that belonged on red carpets and in fashion magazines.

Cecilia with her rigid posture and perfectly placed pearls, Marissa with the blonde bob and a laugh too loud for private settings, and Helena, who observed more than she spoke. They all air kissed Diana as she took a seat. They all looked over dressed especially for a coffee date. Marissa leaned forward almost immediately, her manicured fingers hovering near Diana’s ankle. “Diana, your shoes are divine,” she said. “Are those from Paris?” Diana crossed her legs slowly, a smile broke on her face. “They are,” she replied smoothly. “Limited edition Dior. The winter release. They cost a fortune.” Marissa’s eyes widened. “Of course they did. They look like they did.”

As I moved onto the dress, my hands froze. I had never seen or owned anything so elegant in my life. The underlay was a nude material, and the top layer was a sheer black material. Intricate sparkling black beads and sequence formed swirls, flowers, and a netting pattern. Underneath it was a removable black train made of the softest satin—a big bow, sitting on the back. I thought I couldn't get any more shocked until I realized that there were also shoes at the bottom of the box. A pair of Dior heels sat at the bottom of the box. The material that enclosed my toes was lace-like and held darker dots of black. The straps were a thicker ribbon with the name Dior printed into it, a bow sitting o

I can grant his last wish! I opened the small box first and found a fine pair of YSL heels, sleek back. They looked so shiny and lush that I was afraid to even touch them. I placed them aside and ripped apart the second box. My eyes turned saucers when I got my hands on sheath, knee length black Dior dress which had off shoulders and a zipper on its back. It was so stunning that I couldn't help but admire it. I never wore something like this which shows my skin but this dress was something else.

- G. It was a Dior dress, a sheer beige brocaded dress, long-sleeved, that fell perfectly on her body even with a growing stomach, all the way to the floor. Elegantly parted on the right thigh to show her leg. It matched her skin tone perfectly, almost as if it was transparent, glittered with small stones that looked like diamonds. She found out later, they were real diamonds.

She had some reading to do. She opened the book and instantly the old brownish-yellow pages filled with runic symbols and words that would not be visible if someone else opened it. She was mesmerized at how this magic worked. Who had enchanted this book? Maybe one of the five oracles. Her gaze flitted from one runic symbol to another, at least the ones she could decipher. She pinned her gaze on the rune of destruction. Suddenly the image of Dorian wearing the crown flashed across her mind. She gasped. Was he planning to take the position?

"I have something amazing." "Okay?" "Like really amazing." She held something up to the camera. A book. Beautiful high-quality cover. "Recognize this?" she asked. I squinted at the screen. I couldn't see clearly from the distance. "Not from here." "It's a Virgil Abloh lookbook. From his Off-White days." My eyes widened. "What? How did you—" "Friend of a friend. Got it yesterday." She was practically vibrating with excitement. "We need to go through this together. It's incredible inspiration for your brand. The aesthetic, and even more the approach—"